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Array ( [sid] => 95178 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => guilty and free [time] => 2005-05-20 21:15:33 [hometext] => [bodytext] => My past is like a tattoo, its permanently there
Unlike my father who's barely a whisp of air
He thinks sending money makes him a father
But its not enough for him to even bother
Because no amount of money can change the past
He did what he did and theres no taking it back
The pain he caused is embedded to deep
He thinks he's strong, but hes the one thats weak
I relive those nightmaric moments every night
I was physically weak and couldnt put up a fight
I tried to push him off but he overpowered my little self
While forcing me down he undid his belt
I screamed until i heard an open door
I really wish i didnt remember any more
He threatened to kill me if i i said anything
But i couldnt live a lie, i said something
We took him to court over the next few years
I was only 7 and he was my greatest fear
He WAS my father who i used to love
But what he did, made my anger rise above
I was in the aisle when his finger rose to his neck
I was the main witness who was testifying next
I burst out in tears and ran back through the door
These tears of fear couldn't be held back any more
After awhile I went back on the stand
Over the bible i placed my right hand
It happened in his basement, i wouldnt lie
The pictures the police took were not what i described
He remodeled the basement, furniture was all new
He did that so i would be confused
The jury believed the leing words he chose to say
But nothing kills me more than seeing a GUILTY man get away [comments] => 3 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 48 [informant] => shatteredreflection [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
guilty and free

Contributed by shatteredreflection on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 09:15:33 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



My past is like a tattoo, its permanently there
Unlike my father who's barely a whisp of air
He thinks sending money makes him a father
But its not enough for him to even bother
Because no amount of money can change the past
He did what he did and theres no taking it back
The pain he caused is embedded to deep
He thinks he's strong, but hes the one thats weak
I relive those nightmaric moments every night
I was physically weak and couldnt put up a fight
I tried to push him off but he overpowered my little self
While forcing me down he undid his belt
I screamed until i heard an open door
I really wish i didnt remember any more
He threatened to kill me if i i said anything
But i couldnt live a lie, i said something
We took him to court over the next few years
I was only 7 and he was my greatest fear
He WAS my father who i used to love
But what he did, made my anger rise above
I was in the aisle when his finger rose to his neck
I was the main witness who was testifying next
I burst out in tears and ran back through the door
These tears of fear couldn't be held back any more
After awhile I went back on the stand
Over the bible i placed my right hand
It happened in his basement, i wouldnt lie
The pictures the police took were not what i described
He remodeled the basement, furniture was all new
He did that so i would be confused
The jury believed the leing words he chose to say
But nothing kills me more than seeing a GUILTY man get away




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Re: guilty and free (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 10:18:42 PM AEST
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Omg dear; I can't even begin to imagine the pain...This was such a strong, emotional write, and it's good that you're not keeping it bottled up. I'm so sorry you or ANYONE had to go through this....It's just not right---not your parents...Please feel free to PM me if you ever want a listening ear...I really mean that.
Scorp.


Re: guilty and free (User Rating: 1 )
by Crimson_Valley on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 10:44:02 PM AEST
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I had just read a book like that!! It bugged me SO much to see that dads had to whip their children. My dad isn't as bad, he just threatens to kill me once in a while.


Re: guilty and free (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 11th July 2005 @ 01:48:30 AM AEST
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I feel sad to sad to think
what i want to say may get me kicked off the site




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